This blog was created for others who will hopefully glean something from the words I have written.Not much to say except I ran off from an orphanage when I was 13 years old.Hopped on a freight train and joined the circus.Have been wandering ever since.I am grateful to be alive and my only desire is to leave something here for others to gain from.If I can accomplish that then I have successfully reached my intended goal.All we have left in the end is our legacy.

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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

"B-25"

Determined men in hostile skiesLefty Lestz in the B-25A highly decorated war heroOf which I never knewShithouse Mouse was the name of his birdThat flew those fearsome skiesThe flying fortress spewing deathAs into the clouds it would riseWell meaning men who had different livesLefty played ball for the White SoxUntil came the call for warHe never imagined what was aheadFighting the Afrika CorpsThe exposure to death and destructionHad great effect on his mindTaking him to places of terrorFrom which he would never findThe peace he had known from times pastA haunt on his patterns of thoughtDowned with malaria-sent packing homeAll of the work he had wroughtUnable to return to his love of baseballHis greatest joy in lifeTaking on other meaningful workAttempting to alleviate his strifeStill the B-25 haunted his dreamsMany a night waking up to his screamsWith his mind injured beyond repairOnly he knew of his own despairA fatality of those eventsThe mortal wound chronic in formTwo decades later it struck outThere was no quell within the stormFor the haunts to stopTo end the strifeFinally succumbing to the ending of lifeOn the lonely shores of the cruel lakeThe final spark of him it would takeI used to play with his medals as a childPinning his stars to my shoulderIn remembrance of the look upon his faceHis stare out into spaceHe remembered his comrades who molderFinally hell fire restsIn a thing long past dueRest in Peace Lefty LestzThe man in the B-25